Wilting lies a dream In a bed of remorse Tended not Pick up your spirits For harsh life You have freedom finally from......
No more trendy trivial trauma Over severe conditions To halt the visions Shutting eyes No time! No time at all! Man kind in queer bustle Where the time to sleep Let alone to dream?
Come let my dream sleep In long slumber In its final sleep Today it is sealed To its destiny As true for so many.......
Death of dreams No head line news! Let reality knock your door Beauty must bow Her imperfect head Like a soft petal fall To join the Wistful dead!
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